an empty coca-cola can
half a cup of luke-warm coffee
resting on the table
surrounded by chairs
i can see these things from where I sit
not one is a pre-requisite to survival
but I’d rather have them than not. S’il vous plaît.
dirty dishes accumulate
while health-inspectors collect in the cracks
and flies fornicate upon the kitchen table,
buzzing with obscene contentment.
A gorge. A channel between two mountains. One hill divided into two. Split asunder. A rift. A river carved out of the rock by a taniwha. Connecting one side to the other. Uniting the South and the North: Te Wairarapa … Continue reading →